I grab my clothes that I’m going to wear and place them on the chair. I walk to the bathroom, undress, and take a quick shower. I get out, dry up, and walk to the bedroom. I pull on my skirt, top, and boots. I brush my hair and apply a little makeup. Not much, just mascara and lipstick.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I yell, grabbing my crossbody purse.
I walk out of the bedroom and into the living room.
“Great, let’s go. We should get an Uber,” Roseanna says, smiling.
Roseanna is wearing jeans, boots, a tank top, and a jacket.
“Right,” I say, nodding.
We walk out of the apartment and take an Uber. We get to the bikers' clubhouse and get out. I look at the three-story building. I watch the doors open, and the music is blaring out. I see bikers talking to girls, and we walk to the door. Nobody stops us, and we walk inside the building.
Woah!
It’s like a party, lots of bikers and girls. Some of the girls are wearing very skimpy outfits. I look around the huge room, and it’s a little dark.
Okay, a little crazy here.
Yeah, an orgy.
Geeze.
“Let’s get a drink at the bar,” Roseanna says, smiling.
Well, my twin appears to love it here.
“Okay,” I say, nodding.
We walk to the bar, and I lean against the bar countertop. I look around the room, trying to understand what’s going on. I see the bikers playing pool, and some bikers are fucking some girls.
Huh!
I look at the vests, and they don’t look like the ones that have been riding around downtown.
“What can I get you girls?” A tall, thin Biker asks, resting his hands on the bar countertop.
“Two beers,” Roseanna says, smiling.
“Roseanna, this place is total debauchery,” I say, taking the beer.
“Yeah, the MC’s are always like this,” Roseanna says, shrugging.
Geeze, she’s used to seeing this type of party. I’m not a prude, but this is like, I don’t want to see other people fucking.
I take a drink of the beer, looking around. The bikers are young and hot. They don’t look like the ones I saw downtown. Those bikers looked dirty, messy, and mean.
“So, what are we going to do,” I ask, looking at her.
“We need to meet the bikers, and maybe one of them likes us. I need to gather information,” Roseanna says, staring at a huge biker.
“Oh, you go ahead and do what you need to do,” I say, nodding.
“Right, but you need to do the same. It would help me,” Roseanna says.
“Huh, no promises,” I say, taking a drink of beer.
“I’m going to play pool, and if I get a biker tonight, you need to get home on your own,” Roseanna smirks.
